MY STORY: A WAKE-UP CALL FROM MY OWN DINNER TABLE
A few days back, on our wedding anniversary, we celebrated with a quiet dinner at a fine Dinning place near by—just the four of us, My husband, me and our two younger kids, oldest one being in Pune. In the middle of clinking cutlery and shared laughter, my daughter suggested a fun game: “Let’s say one good thing about each other.” I smiled. This was my kind of thing—I love expressing appreciation for small, beautiful gestures. So when it was my turn to speak about my husband, I had a list ready: I told him how much I value his attention to our health—how he hands us our supplements without fail, how he takes care of the tiniest details like getting the car serviced or renewing insurance tags just before my long solo drive in my new car. He handles our finances, reminds us about doctor's appointments… so many little things that make our lives smooth. Everyone listened. My husband smiled. Then it was his turn to talk about me. There was a pause. A long one. He seem...
